My story ‘Remembered in the soil’ was recently published over at Purple Pig Lit, a fantastic webzine filled with surreal and fascinating prose and poetry.
To read the story just head on over to Purple Pig Lit!
Because I love to know about the origins of a story from the writer’s perspective, I thought I would share some notes about this story with you.
Spoiler Alert: There are spoilers in the story notes below. So if you want to read the story with fresh eyes check it out first at Purple Pig Lit before reading the notes.
About ‘Remembered in the soil’
I love the idea of nature speaking to us; coincidence and our pattern seeking minds coming together to form spiritual and meaningful ideas out of nothing. This story came from a crack in the sidewalk by my house, a thing that I was sure had shifted since we first moved in a couple years ago.
It got me thinking about what the earth might say if it had the chance and the things that get left behind in the soil. I’m currently reading about geology and geography, so this story has even more meaning to me now. Imagine what we are walking on—who knows what’s buried right beneath our feet?
Nana’s story came out disturbing and alien despite it being related to the earth. I think it’s fitting. We live on the planet, we bury our dead in the soil and we feel an almost simian connection to the ground beneath us, but there is so much we don’t know about our surroundings and our origins. We have so far to go in truly understanding our planet and so in a way it is alien to us. But ultimately, as hostile and mysterious as it is, it is our home and it is the place (as Nana discovered) that has sheltered us for so many years and will continue to shelter us for so many more to come (we hope).